 | The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq |  |
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ODE.
Tune—“THE HERO COMES.”
When first the Mitre's wrath to shun,
Our Grandsires travelled with the sun,
Columbia's wilds they sought from far,
And Freedom shone their guiding star.
Our Grandsires travelled with the sun,
Columbia's wilds they sought from far,
And Freedom shone their guiding star.
CHORUS.
Seize thy clarion, Fame,Let the Poles proclaim,
Each illustrious name,
That crossed the pathless wave.
Join, ye martial throng,
Fame's immortal song,
Bid the chorus roll along,
Long live the brave.
In battle brave, in council wise,
They bade the school of Valour rise,
Whose pupils awed the astonished world,
And Freedom's sacred flag unfurled.
They bade the school of Valour rise,
Whose pupils awed the astonished world,
And Freedom's sacred flag unfurled.
CHORUS.
Seize thy clarion, Fame,Let the Poles proclaim,
Each illustrious name,
That bade these banners wave.
Join, &c.
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While o'er our fields, with havock dyed,
Bellona rolled her crimsoned tide,
Like Beauty's lovely goddess rose
Bright Freedom from our sea of woes.
Bellona rolled her crimsoned tide,
Like Beauty's lovely goddess rose
Bright Freedom from our sea of woes.
CHORUS.
Seize thy clarion, Fame,Let the Poles proclaim,
Every hero's name,
That dared our rights to save.
Join, &c.
Well skilled to guide the helm of state,
Like Howard good, like Chatham great,
A chief was ours of deathless fame,
And Hancock was the godlike name.
Like Howard good, like Chatham great,
A chief was ours of deathless fame,
And Hancock was the godlike name.
CHORUS.
Seize thy clarion, Fame,Let the Poles proclaim,
Hancock's glorious name,
Whose soul disdained the slave.
Join, &c.
Columbia wept; the Virtues sighed,
And Freedom mourned when Hancock died;
While choirs of seraphs sung on high,
He's welcome to his native sky.
And Freedom mourned when Hancock died;
While choirs of seraphs sung on high,
He's welcome to his native sky.
CHORUS.
Seize thy clarion, Fame,Let the Poles proclaim,
Hancock's deathless name,
Has triumphed o'er the grave.
Join, &c.
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To arms! to arms! when Freedom calls,
No pang the hero's breast appals;
But when the trumpet's clangours cease,
Let Virtue tune the lute of Peace.
No pang the hero's breast appals;
But when the trumpet's clangours cease,
Let Virtue tune the lute of Peace.
CHORUS.
Seize thy clarion, Fame,Let the Poles proclaim,
Freedom's glorious flame
Shall soon inspire the slave.
Join, ye martial throng,
Fame's immortal song,
Bid the chorus roll along,
Long live the brave.
| The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq | |